Apparently we ladies like to bite people we like. If you don’t believe me, take a peek at your wife’s Facebook, and look at all the photos of babies in her feed. Invariably there are two or three women commenting on how they’d like to “bite his cheek”. I’ve bitten babies as well. What the hell does that have to do with this entry? Heavens, nothing! Not one damn thing.
I’m just saying… we also like to talk about putting people we like in our purses. What kind of insanity is that? And I hate purses! I own two I never use because I think purses are stupid. So why would we ever say “you’re so cute I’m just gonna stick you in my purse and take you home” ? Or shirt pocket, or back pocket, or front pocket, or mouth?
And then of course enter the ‘ginas. Literally. They don’t have anything to do with babies, not in this way anyway. When we see a baby and we really really want one of those, it is the uterus that flutters a bit. But the vagina is the second (third?) most fun place where we put stuff, so it’s only natural than when we meet someone we want, that’s where we want to place him.
Obviously in the movie the scene is a joke, and while during the rest of the movie I laughed, when this particular scene was playing I immediately went into poker-face mode. Lady Gaga would be proud. I was concentrating on making sure I was hiding my “I break for shrunken men” face, with all the memories and ideas and mental pictures it entailed. Silly, because even if I started drooling, not a single person in the world is going to say, “a-ha! It’s clear to me that you are thinking about shrunken men!”
But you never know.